He wished, too, that she hadn't said she was his forever.
Suddenly he was seized with a horror of her.
Moisture broke out heavily upon him; he felt a definite sickness, and, wishing for death, went forth upon the streets to walk and walk.

He cared not whither, so that his feet took him in any direction away from Milla, since they were unable to take him away from himself--of whom he had as great a horror.

Her loving face was continually before him, and its sweetness made his flesh creep.

Milla had been too sweet.
When he met or passed people, it seemed to him that perhaps they were able to recognize upon him somewhere the marks of his low quality.
"Softy! Ole sloppy fool!" he muttered, addressing himself.

"Slushy ole mush!...